1. LIKE cars that thunder on their way, like coursers eager for renown,
Have Somadrops- flowed forth for wealth.
2 Forth have they rushed from holding hands, like chariots that are urged to speed,
Like joyful songs of singingmen-.
3 The Somas deck themselves with milk, as Kings are graced with eulogies,
And, with seven priests, the sacrifice.
4 Pressed for the gladdening draught, the drops flow forth abundantly with song,
The Soma juices in a stream.
5 Winning Vivasvans' glory and producing Mornings' light, the Suns
Pass through the openings of the cloth.
6 The singingmen- of ancient time open the doors of sacred songs,Men, for the mighty to accept.
7 Combined in close society sit the seven priests, the brotherhood-,
Filling the station of the One.
8 He gives us kinship with the Gods, and with the Sun unites our eye:
The Sages' ofrspring hath appeared.
9 The Sun with his dear eye beholds that quarter of the heavens which priests
Have placed within the sacred cell.

1. SING forth to Indu, O ye men, to him who is purified,
Fain to pay worship to the Gods.
2 Together with thy pleasant juice the Atharvans have commingled milk,
Divine, devoted to the God.
3 Bring, by thy flowing, weal to kine, weal to the people, weal to steeds.
Weal, O thou King, to growing plants
4 Sing a praisesong- to Soma brown of hue, of independent might.
The Red, who reaches up to heaven.
5 Purify Soma when effused with stones which bands move rapidly,
And pour the sweet milk in the meath.
6 With humble homage draw ye nigh; blend the libation with the curds:
To Indra offer Indu up.
7 Soma, foeque- chief over men, doing the will of pour forthProsperity upon our kine.
8 Heartknower-, Sovran of the heart, thou art effused, O Soma, that Indra may drink thee and
rejoice.
9 O SomaPavamana, give us riches and heroic strength,Indu! with. Indra for ally.

1. To Indra have the Soma drops, exceeding rich in sweets, been poured,
Shed in the seat of sacrifice.
2 As mother kine low to their calves, to Indra have the sages called,
Called him to drink the Soma juice.
3 In the streams' wave wise Soma dwells, distilling rapture, in his seat,
Resting upon a wiIdcows-' hide.
4 Farsighted- Soma, Sage and Seer, is worshipped in the central point
Of heaven, the strainingcloth- of wool.
5 In close embraces Indu holds Soma when
poured within the jars.
And on the. purifying sieve.
6 Indu sends forth a voice on high to regions of the sea of air,
Shaking the vase that drops with meath.
7 The Tree whose praises never fail yields heavenly milk among our hymns,
Urging mens' generations on.
8 The Wise One, with the Sages' stream, the Soma urged to speed, flows on
To the dear places of the sky.
9 O Pavamana, bring us wealth bright with a thousand splendours. Yea.
O Indu, give us ready help.

1. PASSED through, the fleece in thousand streams the Soma, purified, flows on
To Indras', Viyus' special place.
2 Sing forth, ye men who long for help, to Pavamana, to the Sage,
Effused to entertain the Gods.
3 The Somadrops- with thousand powers are purified for victory,
Hymned to become the feast of Gods.
4 Yea, as thou flowest bring great store of food that we may win the spoilIndu, bring splendid manly might.
5 May they in flowing give us wealth in thousands, and heroic power,
These Godlike Somadrops- effused.
6 Like coursers by their drivers urged, they were poured forth, for victory,
Swift through the woollen strainingcloth-.
7 Noisily flow the Somadrops-, like milchkine- lowing to their calves:
They have run forth from both the hands.
8 As Gladdener whom Indra loves, O Pavamana, with a roar
Drive all our enemies away.
9 O Pavamanas, driving off the godless, looking on the light,
Sit in the place of sacrifice.

1. REPOSING on the rivers' wave the Sage hath widely flowed around,
Bearing the hymn which many love.
2 When the Five kindred Companies, active in duty, with the song
Establish him, the Powerful,
3 Then in his juice whose strength is great, have all the Gods rejoiced themselves,
When he hath clothed him in the milk.
4 Freeing himself he flows away, leaving his bodys' severed limbs,
And meets his own Companion here.
5 He by the daughters of the priest, like a fair youth, hath been adorned,
Making the milk, as it were, his robe.
6 Over the fine fingers, through desire of milk, in winding course he goes,
And utters voice which he hath found.
7 The nimble fingers have approached, adorning him the Lord of Strength:
They grasp the vigorous Coursers' back.
8 Comprising all the treasures that are in the heavens and on the earth,
Come, Soma, as our faithful Friend.

1. THROUGH the fine fingers, with the song, this Hero comes with rapid ears,
Going to Indras' special place.
2 In holy thought he ponders much for the great worship of the Gods.
Where the Immortals have their seat.
3 Like a good horse is he led out, when on the path that shines with light
The mettled steeds exert their strength.
4 He brandishes his horns on high, and whets them Bull who leads the herd,
Doing with might heroic deeds.
5 He moves, a vigorous Steed, adorned with beauteous rays of shining gold,
Becoming Sovran of the streams.
6 He, over places rough to pass, bringing rich treasures closely packed.
Descends into the reservoirs.
7 Men beautify him in the vats, him worthy to be beautified,
Him who brings forth abundant food.
8 Him, even him, the fingers ten and the seven songs make beautiful,
Wellweaponed-, best of gladdeners.

1. THE pressers from the Somapress- send forth thy juice for rapturous joy
The speckled sap runs like a flood.
2 With strength we follow through the sieve him who brings might and wins the kine,
Enrobed in water with his juice.
3 Pour on the sieve the Soma, Never subdued in waters, waterless,
And make it pure for Indras' drink.
4 Moved by the purifiers' thought, the Soma flows into the sieve:
By wisdom it hath gained its home.
5 With humble homage, Indra, have the Somadrops- flowed forth to thee,
Contending for the glorious prize.
6 Purified in his fleecy garb, attaining every beauty, heStands, herolike-, amid the kine.
7 Swelling, as it were, to heights of heaven, the stream of the creative juice
Falls lightly on the cleansing sieve.
8 Thus, Soma, purifying himwho knoweth song mid living men,
Thou wanderest through the cloth of wool.

1. LIKE rivers down a steep descent, slaying the Vrtras, full of zeal,
The rapid Somastreams- have flowed.
2 The drops of Soma juice effused fall like the rain upon the earth:
To Indra flow the Somastreams-.
3 With swelling wave the gladdening drink, the Soma, flows into the sieve,
Loving the Gods and slaying fiends.
4 It hastens to the pitchers, poured upon the sieve it waxes strong
At sacrifices through the lauds.
5 Soma, thou shinest mounting heaven as it were above lights' triple realm,
And moving secmst' to speed the Sun.
6 To him, the head of sacnfice, singers and bards have sung their songs,Offering what he loves to see.
7 The men, the sages with their hymns, eager for help, deck thee strong teed&,
Deck thee for service of the Gods.
8 Flow onward to the stream of meath rest efficacious in thy home,
Fair, to be drunk at sacrifice.

1. THOU, Soma, dweller on the hills, effused, hast flowed into the sieve,:
Allbounteous- art thou in carouse.
2 Thou art a sacred Bard, a Sage; the meath is Offspring of thy sap:
Allbountcous- art thou in carouse.
3 All Deities of one accord have come that they may drink of thee:
Allbounteous- art thou in carouse.
4 He who containeth in his hands all treasures much to be desired:
Allbounteous- art thou in carouse.
5 Who milketh out this mighty Pair, the Earth and Heaven, like mother kine
Allbounteous- art thou in carouse.
6 Who in a moment mightily floweth around these two worldhalvcs-:
Allbounteous- art thou in carouse.
7 The Strong One, being purified, hath in the pitchers cried aloud:
Allbounteous- art thou in carouse.

1. O SOMA, being purified bring us the wondrous treasure, meet
For lauds, that is in earth and heaven.
2 For ye Twain, Indra, Soma, are Lords of the light, Lords of the kine:
Great Rulers, prosper ye our songs.
3 The tawny Steer, while cleansed among the living, bellowing on the grass,
Hath sunk and settled in his home.
4 Over the Steers' productive flow the sacred songs were resonant,
The mothers of the darling Son.
5 Hath he not, purified, impregned the kine whb long to meet their Lord,
The kine who yield the shining milk?
6 Bring near us those who stand aloof strike fear into our enemies:
O Pavamana, find us wealth.
7 Soma, bring down the foemans' might, his vigorous strength and vital power',
Whether he be afar or near.